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'I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free'
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- Axel Leijonhufvud
- E.E.Evans-Pritchard
- Edmund Leach
- Francois Couperin
- Joan Robinson
- John Maynard Keynes
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- Mario Draghi
- Noam Chomsky
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- Pietro Porcinai
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Blog Archive
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2011
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February
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- Absolution
- Do Tanks Need Roads?
- Rockobarocco
- Buried Alive
- Are They Nearly There Yet?
- Not a Good Idea
- Plans Being Laid to Take Back Libya From the People
- University Behaviour Laid Bare
- The Last Charge: from the Telegraph Obituary for M...
- Envy: or, Had We but World Enough and Time
- Stealing Thoughts
- Thank Goodness for the Take-or-Pay Contracts
- Denial of Any Italian Involvement Against Libyan U...
- Depraved Democracy
- Higher Fees for Undergraduate Degrees Will Lessen ...
- Gott mit Uns
- Benigni's Lectio Magistralis Receives Standing Ov...
- Hurrah
- Fire Exits Should Always Open
- A Look in the Attic
- Ladies Go-Fast
- Phone Tap
- Friendly Printers Again
- President Napolitano Takes Up His Role
- Who will be the new prime minister of Italy?
- Divide and Rule: the Battles for Germany
- Should Welfare Be Expressed as a Personal Debt?
- Pay Back When You Can but the Debt Must be Fairly ...
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Fallen Angels
- David Cameron (for risking the disorderly dissolution of the Euro)
- Giorgio Napolitano (for stance on Budapest 1956: Prague 1968: Italy 2013)
- Mervyn King (for bailing-out Northern Rock)
- Nicholas Kaldor (for inventing VAT)
4 comments:
How long ago did Mr Dylan meet Berlusconi?
SILVIO by Bob Dylan
Stake my future on a hell of a past
Looks like tomorrow is coming on fast
Ain't complaining 'bout what I got
Seen better times, but who has not?
Silvio
Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know
Honest as the next jade rolling that stone
When I come knocking don't throw me no bone
I'm an old boll weevil looking for a home
If you don't like it you can leave me alone
I can snap my fingers and require the rain
From a clear blue sky and turn it off again
I can stroke your body and relieve your pain
And charm the whistle off an evening train
I give what I got until I got no more
I take what I get until I even the score
You know I love you and furthermore
When it's time to go you got an open door
I can tell you fancy, I can tell you plain
You give something up for everything you gain
Since every pleasure's got an edge of pain
Pay for your ticket and don't complain
One of these days and it won't be long
Going down in the valley and sing my song
I will sing it loud and sing it strong
Let the echo decide if I was right or wrong
Silvio
Silver and gold
Won't buy back the beat of a heart grown cold
Silvio
I gotta go
Find out something only dead men know
Send "Silvio" Ringtone to your Cell
Actually, Dylan only wrote the music. That is Robert Hunter poetry.
He's an old goat, L, he doesn't deserve such words.
He absolutely is and he doesn't.
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